Author's notes: I feel like I rushed too much on this chapter. If so, very sorrie, but I have decided instead of making this sotry be a week about how Haku and Zabuza falling in love, I want it to be the first two days of Haku being in school and falling in love with Zabuza. I know you think that's too fast to fall and love and such, but I think I could make it flow nciely together and how can you deny true love from happening in only two days?

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"Oh, that's…" Haku said, but was suddenly pushed against the wall by the senior.

"But if you wanted to do something with me, don't hesitate to ask."

"Wha, Wha…What?" Haku stuttered as Zabuza's hard body crushed him against the wall. He looked up into the older teen's dark eyes and a small blush appeared onto his porcelain face. Zabuza then leaned his face down, so that his mouth hovered over Haku's right ear.

"Did I stutter?" Zabuza whispered. His voice filled with lust. Haku then felt something warm and wet touch his ear ever so gently. It only took the younger boy a second or two to realize what it was. He couldn't help but shudder which caused the brown spiky hair teen to let out a small chuckle and then Haku felt a large hand grip his arm.

"Let's get out of here and go back to my place, eh?" And with that, Haku was being led out of the small apartment room, into the hallway. He was so stunned he didn't even hear Sakura and Kakashi say goodbye. He could barely make out the doors as Zabuza dragged him out of the building. Everything was a blur until the car came to a halt and they finally reached the pale red door of a beaten down house. Zabuza's hand brushed against the paint peeling from the door and touched the rusty knob.

"Is this…?" Haku started out, but was cut off by Zabuza.

"I live alone. It's all I could afford," his voice was a bit rough and defensive, but still heated with lust. He opened the door and grabbed Haku's arm and led him into the house. To Haku's surprise, the house was decent looking on the inside. Due to its appearance out in the front, the young teen was expecting a mess of garbage, old pizza boxes, and coke cans. Perhaps a beer bottle or two, since he already came to the conclusion that Zabuza drank. Maybe even a cigarette pack?

Instead, Haku saw a tidy bare room. A couch rested somewhat in the middle, a small little coffee table next to it with a lamp. In front of the couch, which leaned against the white wall, was a tv set and then there was a plant pot of two, next to that. It was the complete opposite of what he was expecting out of the older teen. He didn't have much time to look, for Zabuza led him away from the living room, into a smaller room, with a desk and a bed in it. Zabuza then pushed him into the small black sheet bed and before he could even get up, the older teen was already on top of him.

"Zabu…" Haku tried to say his name, but the senior crushed his wet mouth in hunger against his. Brown eyes widened in surprise, not just from the kiss, but from large strong hands roaming his small framed body. Soon, the warm hands went underneath his loose shirt and when Haku felt the skin on skin contact, he immediately felt warm and his pants tightened around him in a certain area. He let out a small moan and could feel Zabuza smile against his swollen parted lips.

It all felt so wonderful, but it was all going too fast. Before Haku knew it, his shirt had been removed and he could feel a Zabuza's hard naked chest against his. More kissing took place and soon Zabuza was placing small red dots upon Haku's long pale neck, causing him to whimper and grip even tighter onto his shoulders.

"Zabu… Zabuza," Haku managed to mutter out as Zabuza nip at his collarbone and place wet kisses upon it. His knuckles that were gripping the older teen's shoulder, turned white.

"Zabuza, Zabuza…" Haku cried out and soon a loud slap could be heard throughout the house. Zabuza looked flabbergast and stared at the younger teen. His mouth slightly opened, his lips glistening from the little light in the room. He then touched his reddened cheek; his fingers lightly touching against the flushed skin. Haku looked like he was about to break into tears. He managed to shove the spiky haired teen off him and ran out of the room.

"Haku…" Zabuza whispered, still a bit stunned, and then got up and quickly ran out of the room as well. Once his head finally cleared, everyone in the neighborhood could hear a worried cry, shouting out, "Haku!"

About three blocks away from Zabuza's house, a young boy, who at first glance looked like a beautiful girl, walked silently down the street. If you were to look closer at the teen you would see that his pale face was all flushed with dried up tear streaks upon his cheeks. His eyes were all bloodshot and he was just a mess.

Sniffling a bit to himself, Haku kept a steady pace and brought his sleeve to his face to wipe away more tears that managed to escape from his dead eyes. He then adjusted his backpack's straps on his shoulder and secretly scolded himself for being so naïve and too trusting. Just what on earth was he thinking of letting Zabuza touch him that way? Kiss him that way? Haku suddenly felt very warm at the thought of the senior. He let his fingers slid slowly against his plump lips as he recalled how the older teen pressed his open mouth against his. How he tasted.

But, was Zabuza honestly attracted to him? Did he truly have any feelings for him? They only met today, but the very thought of the older teen, made Haku's stomach feel very heavy and made it feel like it was being tightened into a big knot.

Suddenly a loud shout brought the young boy away from his thoughts. He looked up and turned around to where the shout was coming from. A tall lanky figure was running towards him and it was obvious who the figure belong to. Haku's mouth fell into a straight line and his eyes fell to his feet. For some reason, all he could think of was how much of a mess he looked like. Tear stained cheeks, face all warm and pink, blood shot eyes, and probably slime falling from his nose. He could only wipe his face with his already stained sleeve and try to force a smile upon his face.

Zabuza finally caught up with him. His face was graced with a small smile. He was relieved. Haku forced himself to look up at him, noticing the desperate look that suddenly appeared on the spiky haired teen's face. And just then, warm arm enveloped the small boy, bring him to the warmth he secretly desired. Haku leaned against the broad muscular chest and let himself loose.

"You're crying…" Zabuza stated softly. He could feel the wet stains upon his shirt. His grip on Haku tightened.

"I know…" was all he got for a reply.

How did it come to this? This was not what Haku was expecting for his first day at school. He didn't mean to fall in love. Was it even love? Or was it lust? He didn't even know what he felt for the senior. All he knew was that when he was around him, his heart beat fastened, his stomach tightened, and he felt so free around him. This wasn't suppose to happen. He only wanted to stop being the shy and reluctant. He didn't want to be the shy Haku: the lonely outcast. He didn't mean to get so attached to someone so quickly. Attached to a guy of all people. How queer was he.

But suddenly, it became obvious what Haku was feeling as he let out small soft sobs. He couldn't make out the small comforting words that Zabuza was whispering to him. He couldn't even make out the color of the shirt that the older teen was wearing. All he could make out was his feelings for Zabuza.

It was indeed love.

To Be Continued…